Elf King City, on an open-view terrace.
"I thought you finally came to your senses and planned to ask me out for a stroll," said Galadriel, the daughter of the Elf King, who had previously received a human delegation along with Salian. With a playful smile on her lips, she looked at Salian, who had come for help, "Turns out you wanted me to babysit?"
"I'm not a child," Elarwen protested, but unfortunately, neither of them paid her any attention.
Faced with the teasing, Salian sighed helplessly, "Stop joking, I can't beat the Sword Saint..."
Upon hearing this, the bright smile on Galadriel's face visibly crumbled, and her gaze became dangerous.
Salian immediately coughed lightly, awkwardly changing the subject, and turned to his sister Elarwen, who was standing quietly beside him, speaking in a serious tone: "Elarwen, you know things outside aren't peaceful lately. Just stay with Galadriel, don't wander around the Royal City, and definitely don't cause trouble, got it?"
